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Tuning: E A D G B E
https://youtu.be/UdQJ-fC6p04 [Intro] (let it ring) E9 B7 E9 B5 E7 B5 E9 B7 [Verse 1]
InF#m the grip of a winter came loC#mve and greed InsEane with faith, I took the drBiving front seat In F#mthe lowlight comfort of BerliC#mn streets ThEe calm from emptiness duettedB with my body heat
[Hook 1]
I F#mwas alone atC#m the frontE line ThF#me message I C#mwas told wEas to triumph
At the joy of a lifetime [Chorus]
I F#mjust can't think of England I C#mcan't see the picture I'Em still running from the Bfire, the fire
[x2] [Verse 2]
InF#m the twilight hours of C#mnervous rest I Ebought the peace before bBelieving the threats InF#m a foreign field, I cut C#mall regrets BEut the boys in stories just rBepeat themselves
In a fucked up mess [Hook 2]
I F#mwas alone foC#mr the firsEt time ThF#me message I C#mwas told wEas to triumph
At the joy of a lifetime [Chorus]
I F#mjust can't think of England I C#mcan't see the picture I'Em still running from the Bfire, the fire
I F#mjust can't think of England I C#mcan't see the picture I'Em still running from the Bfire, the fire
[Outro] E9 B7 E9 B5 E7 B5 E9 B7